What hurts the most, was being so close.
And having so much to say,
And watching you walk away.
And never knowing, what could have been.
And not seeing that loving you,
Is what I was trying to do.
First things first.
Happy Birthday, Deborah! (:
Thank you for guiding me and Junle in stunts, and for the company of your elmo! I haven't got much to say, but yeah, have a sweet fifteen! (:
P.S. Rascal Flatts! Look at the lyrics above!
Okay, today was boring like hell, and intensive chinese is the boring-est stuff I've ever come across. And after that, met up with Jeff and Junle and we went for POS where we learnt more stunts as well as received a fair share of scoldings. (x Thankfully, there wasn't any dance to make a fool outta myself. Went for dinner at Mos Burger and other than Junle, my only company was Elmo. (: Talked for quite a bit with Junle on the way back, and touched on some minor issues of life. :D
As the days go by, I see more and more of the fake side of life. Pretty saddening, it is, but it can't be helped.
The next four days are gonna be a bore. I've no idea how to squeeze in enough rest and time for the Champions League Final, POS trainings, soccer matches, 4.8km cross-country run, intensive chinese and more shit from the school. Plus, the team is so undecided that I've major doubts about Saturday. I might as well go there, raise up my hands, and proceed to Ngee Ann to play some relaxing soccer.
Oh well. (:
Beitris: Mineeeee, haha! I can't wait for our lunchhh. (x
Fiona: Yeah, what matters most is that you're happy! (: Okay, go and study!
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